On the Road Again
Shinta was set back by his awaken to realty. It took him an hour but he packed a backpack filled with the bare nessecities. He sighed as he did so but he lit a torch. He held it in his hands for a couple of minutes before he tossed it into his bed room. With his backpack on hand he walked towards the door of his burning house.
He didn't want to live there anymore nor be troubled by his past. He was half way to his door when a wooden rafter fell ontop of him. It laid on his waist and brought him to the ground with a giant bang.
With a cry of pain he moved it off of him as another fell impacting his face. The right side of his face became bloody instantly and it also burned with a fire not of his own. He managed it off of him and threw it back. He then not wanting to chance anthing more dashed his way out of the house leaving an enchanment of his body there to fake his own death.
He wanted the world to think he was dead he didn't want any part in this world. He managed a mile from the house before he looked at his face in a stream nearby. The right side of his face was engulfed in what looked like a giant flame imprinted adn discoloring his skin and his eye was competely white except for the pupil. He then and there decided to take no more pain he was Shinta the wanderer and that would continue to the rest of his days.
He did decide though if he could never have his pain stop that he could stop the pain of others. That was now his goal in life. To stop otherspain while dealing with his own!
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